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Old 04-21-2006, 10:08 AM
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I never enjoyed my trips to Bentonville, Ark. It’s not much of a town. Nothing there … except the global headquarters for world’s largest retailer. As the stateside rep for the German architectural firm Wal-Mart had hired to do design work for some new stores in Russia, I had made a number of trips per year to Bentonville from my Chicago office. And so I was again last week. This one I was particularly dreading, however, as it would comprise several meetings over the course of an entire day – with the first meeting beginning at 7 a.m. – which had forced me to book a flight for the evening before, and stay a night in a hotel.

The evening flight to Bentonville from Chicago is a direct one, amazingly enough, but the plane is always small and uncomfortable. This particular flight, however, had one redeeming quality: a strikingly beautiful young woman of 29 or 30 with pouty lips, blue eyes, bronze skin and curly, bright red hair. Her unusual look might have come across poorly had it not been for her serious, intelligent expression coupled with what appeared to be a sexy body, built for sin.

I honestly didn’t know what to make of her. She was wearing a low-cut black dress made from a textured fabric that had a slight sheen. The hem was just at the knees. Her calves were enclosed in knee-high black stretch boots. It was an outfit that gave me pause: She was definitely dressed to kill, I thought, but was it business or pleasure?

She was seated in the front row. I was two rows back and I watched the back of her conspicuously colored head for much of the flight, wondering what kind of person she was. When we finally got to Bentonville, I walked behind her to the baggage claim area. She walked quickly and with authority, despite carrying a bulky garment bag. I would say she was about 5’5”and probably around 110 or 115 pounds, with a curvy – but very firm – body and a narrow waist. As we waited for our baggage, I found myself thinking about speaking to her. I finally made eye contact with her and smiled. She looked away. I took the opportunity to look at her more fully. Her face seemed exotic to me. Her breasts were at least C cups and her posture was immaculate. I decided to make a move. When my bag came out, I waited for the carousel to take it closer to her before going to retrieve it.

After removing my bag from the carousel, I naturally stepped next to her and brushed against her garment bag. I turned and made eye contact again.

I suppose I should admit at this point that, yes, despite the fact that I have a nice girlfriend at home in Chicago, I do occasionally make an effort to hook up with women while I’m on business trips. I’m not a horrible person – I just don’t see the harm in engaging in the occasional short-term, no-strings-attached sexual adventure. Plus, I honestly feel it makes me a more confident man. I’ve found that it’s not that hard to find the right woman. I’ve got a pleasant enough personality, and it doesn’t hurt that I’ve been blessed with good genetics and confidence about my sexual abilities. I’m about 6 feet tall, 195 pounds, lean but fairly muscular. My looks have helped me win friends fairly easily, I know, and I’m not ashamed to say that I’ve used this to my own advantage both personally and professionally. So I felt completely natural and confident in my decision to approach this interesting woman.

“Excuse me,” I said after a bumped her. Hmm. She didn’t acknowledge me. I tried again: “I’m sorry.”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” she said, cocking her head to one side. There was a trace of an accent that sounded eastern European.

She took a deep breath and sighed with frustration. Her bag had obviously not yet appeared.

“Finally,” she said after a moment, and shifted her garment bag uncomfortably in order to more easily retrieve her suitcase.

“Would you like me to get that for you?” I asked. She gave me a piercing look that faded into bemusement.

“Thank you,” she said, finally. I took her suitcase off the carousel and asked if she was meeting anyone locally. She said she was on a business trip and would be meeting her partner in town. I told her about my own business with Wal-Mart.

“Well, isn’t that interesting,” she said with a chuckle, but with hardly the trace of a smile. “I suppose we’re both here for the same thing.”

“What do you mean?” I wondered.

“We’re both here to screw The Man,” a wry half-smile crossed her face.

It was an odd comment, but I chuckled.

I escorted her to the car rental area. On the way, I asked her what business she was in and she told me briefly (again, with a slight accent) that she was an “information broker.” She said nothing else – and I didn’t ask – but I thought it a rather cryptic statement.

At this point, I was already rather attracted to her. She was extremely attractive physically. She did seem a little cold, albeit, but that just made her more interesting to me – more of a challenge. Something about the way she carried herself, the confidence she exuded, her sexuality, her attitude … something made me want to be with her. I stole another glance or two at her lovely body. Her breasts bounced lightly as she walked. Her skin was smooth and she had a few freckles on her chest. I smiled to myself at the thought of conquering her.

At the rental desk, we had to wait in line. I asked where she was staying and we discovered that our hotels were next to each other. I made a joke about sharing a car, but she didn’t really laugh. She just kind of smirked. Then she suggested I use her discount card to get a better deal on my car. Again, I found myself totally intrigued.

We rented our cars and boarded the bus that would take us to the lot. I wanted to get her to talk to me. I decided to take a chance and ask about her accent.

She wasn’t annoyed at the question. That was good. “Can you guess?” she said.

I smiled. “My best guess would be Russian.”

“And that would also be the right guess,” she said, crossing her legs and shifting slightly to turn in my direction. “And what about your accent?”

She wore an amused expression that I couldn’t quite read.

“Mine?” I said. “Oh, it’s your standard midwestern American, I suppose.”

“And what about you?” she asked. “Are you my standard midwestern American?”

I chuckled. I could see now that she was smart and was playing a little game with me.

“I’d like to think I meet and exceed the standard, actually,” I said, looking straight at her.

She held my gaze for a moment and then allowed a smile to escape.

“Well, if you do, then it will be a pleasure to have met you,” she said finally. “My name is Anna.”

“I’m Tyler,” I said. “And I’m already pleased to have met you.”

She smiled for the first time and, after that, things came much more easily and we settled into a more natural conversation. She told me she had been born in St. Petersburg, Russia, but had moved to Canada with her family when she was 15. After college she had moved back to Russia to work for a Canadian multinational company but had recently been promoted to her current job and moved back to Toronto. She spoke English, French, Russian, with some German and some Arabic. She had studied international law and business, but her degree was in Philosophy. I was impressed and, for the first time in a long time, maybe a little intimidated – which made me want her all the more.

Indeed, the more we talked, the more interested I became. She was smart, worldly, and sexy as hell. The flash of red hair was perfect for her. It was a declaration: “I am not an ordinary woman.” And she certainly was not.

Our cars were in the same area, so we both got off the bus at the same place. We got to her car first. She got in and, as she did, the low neck of her dress fell open and I caught a glimpse of her full, round breasts supported by a lacey black bra. I took a deep breath. I was definitely going to go for it.

We drove our cars to the hotels. She was staying in the nicest one in the area. I knew it well, but I had never stayed there. My company would never pay for something so nice. I knew from experience that it had a great bar, though, and each room had floor-to-ceiling windows. It was a classy place.

I followed her as she pulled in to the driveway. When she got out, I asked her if she needed anything.

“Not particularly,” she said.

“Well, I feel like I owe you for the discount on the rental.”

“Tyler, it was my pleasure,” she insisted. She paused as if in thought, and then added, “If you’d like, you can pay me back in my hotel’s restaurant in one hour.”

With that she smiled and walked in to the hotel. Yes! I was in!
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Old 04-21-2006, 10:09 AM
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The hour passed slowly. I changed clothes and freshened up. I finally went to the restaurant, only to find that she’d not yet arrived. I found the bar and ordered a drink.

A moment later, she walked in. She turned to face the greeter, spoke with him for a moment, gave him a note or something and then, following his indication, turn back around and walked toward me. She looked fantastic – but different than before – in a vintage-looking gauzy white cotton blouse with orange and purple embroidery along the front and sleeves. Two side ties were joined in the back to give the blouse a more fitted look and the short sleeves fell just off the shoulder to accent her slightly muscular arms. Her tight-fitting designer blue jeans showed off her feminine figure, firm ass and shapely legs, confirming to me that she probably worked out. Around her neck was a unique stone necklace made up of polished purple amethyst chips. She had removed most of her make-up, too, but I could see now that she really didn’t need it anyway. I stood up and smiled as she got closer.

“Let’s get a table,” she said matter-of-factly, though I could see that she was pleased to see me. We walked together to our table and the incidental contact between us sent little sparks through my body.

As we sat, she said, “Sorry I was a little late. I could see you from my room as you were walking over here, so I hurried to come down.”

We talked while we ate and drank. Our conversation was pleasant, but not very personal. And, honestly, I was surprised and a bit disappointed that she initially gave some flirty attention to our hunky young waiter. He was probably a local college kid who could only dream of having a woman of Anna’s caliber. I felt embarrassed for him: He was practically drooling over her and, though Anna played along for a bit, I knew she was only toying with him. She eventually turned her attention exclusively to me.

I continued to play it cool and after the meal we moved to the lounge for some drinks as we continued talking. The drinks clearly helped loosen her up a little, and the conversation turned more personal. We talked about our past experiences, old jobs, former lovers. Some of her stories were pretty revealing. She told me how a “one-night experiment” with a guy in college had resulted in her having to get a restraining order against him. She told me how she had posed nude for a photographer in Russia and than had to pay some thugs to beat him up and take the photos when he’d threatened to publish them on the Internet unless she fucked him. She even told me about a brief lesbian affair she’d had.

Damn, I thought, she’s a total tease. But she told me her stories in such a straight-forward way and with no pretense, that I wasn’t sure what to think. Maybe she was simply too tipsy to know what she was saying. In any case, I was enthralled and turned on. I really wanted her.

“I’m captivated,” I said, a little too enthusiastically. “You’ve had quite a life.”

“And it has really only recently begun to blossom, Tyler.” Her eyes were shining. “A few years ago I was introduced to a whole new aspect of the mental and spiritual side of the sexual experience. It has changed my life.”

“Really,” I said. My prick was beginning to perk up a bit. I felt like she was leaving a door wide open for me. “I think I know what you mean. I’ve had a few pretty outstanding experiences myself.”

“I’m not sure you know what I mean,” she said with a smile. She seemed to be playing the coquette.

“Well, I’d like to show you what I mean,” I offered.

“You’re very sure of yourself, Tyler,” she said. She wore a smile, but her tone was almost sad-sounding. She looked down at the table, and then back up at me. “I’ll tell you what. I’m going to go use the restroom. I’ll think while I’m gone. I might have something to show you later.”

When she got up to use the restroom, she glanced back at me and winked nearly imperceptibly. Hot damn. I knew then that I was going to get some of that fine ass. I glanced at my watch and, to my surprise, noticed that more than two hours had passed.

She emerged from the restroom area a few minutes later. But then she walked over to our waiter, the young wannabe who had been checking Anna out all night. She spoke with him for a few moments and pointed to the bathroom, then to our table. He then glanced at his watch and said something to her in return. As she walked away from him, his eyes were glued to her ass. I rolled my eyes. Dream on, I thought.

“What was all that about?” I asked.

“The bathroom needs attention,” she said.

“Anna, I’m sorry if I came on too strong a moment ago,” I offered. “But I am curious about you … and very attracted to you. There’s something about you that I find compelling”

She looked at me with the strangest expression. Was she confused? No, it was more like she suddenly felt sorry for me. Or … I couldn’t tell.

“Tyler,” she said, “do you realize what time it is? I had no idea it had gotten so late. I hate to be uptight, but maybe we should call it a night?”

“Maybe,” I said. This was not what I was hoping to hear from her. I tried to think of something to say, but I drew a blank. What I came up with was not that great. “I’ve got a better idea, though. How about a massage before you fall asleep? I’m famous in 14 states.”

She smirked.

“Listen,” I continued. “We’ve got nothing to lose but a little sleep. We’ve had a nice evening together. So nice, that we lost track of time. Why stop now?”

“That’s good,” she said. “I mean, it’s good that you lost track of time. It means you’re interested in what I have to say.”

“I’m absolutely interested,” I said, looking her square in the face. “I hate to see our evening end.”

“But it should.” She suddenly looked very sober.

“So, what was it you wanted to show me?” I asked. She said nothing, but I kept looking deeply into her eyes. I lifted one eyebrow playfully.

“Tyler,” she said finally, “I’m interested in you to some extent, but nothing is going to happen between us right now. There are some things we could talk about, but I frankly don’t think you’d care to hear them right now. You’re a bit too cocky. I had a nice time tonight, but let’s call it a night, OK?”

I was ticked that I’d been shot down like that and when I got back to my hotel room I wished I had thought of something to say that would have changed her mind about me. Instead I was left to go to bed with mere memories of her. At least I had given her my number and offered to take her to lunch the next day.

“A fucking lunch date,” I thought. “How pathetic.”

As I lay in bed thinking about her, I began to fantasize about how I would fuck her if I had the chance. As I did so, my dick began to spring to life and I stroked it slowly, enjoying the fantasy. I was imagining those pouty lips of hers wrapped around my thick, nearly-seven-inch cock when my cell phone rang.

“Do you like to watch?” It was Anna.

“What?” It was well after midnight.

“Do you like to watch?”

“Watch what?”

“What do you think, Tyler? It’s not a trick question.”

My mind raced and my dick swelled up a bit more. Could she be asking me if I wanted to watch her give me a little show? What the hell! I’d be crazy to say no, but I was still a little unsure of myself.

“Um, sure,” I offered. “Why do you ask? Do you have something for me to see?”

“Open your window.”

I did as she asked and peered across to her hotel. The bright lights from the parking lot were shining on the glass exterior of her building.

“Second floor, above the lobby,” she whispered. I could hear some movement over the phone in the background. And then she moaned softly. Wow, I thought. She must be masturbating. She must be just as horny as I am.

I looked more intently. And then I saw her. The back of her head, pressed against the window, made her red hair stand out through the slightly tinted window. She was arching her back so I could see her naked ass pressed against the window, too. She whispered something unintelligible into the phone and my dick poked out of my boxers.
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“I see you, Anna. You’re beautiful.”

“I know. I’m sure you like what you see,” she paused and moaned softly again. “Most men find me desirable. You may remember our young waiter from tonight, for example.”

“He wouldn’t know what to do with you.”

“He knows enough, Tyler. He’s licking my pussy right now.”

Had I heard that right? What the fuck?!

“I hope you’re not too upset,” she said. “You said you liked to watch. Michael is a nice boy with a big dick. He and I have a mutual understanding. Say hello to Tyler, Michael.”

“Hello, Tyler,” came the smug voice of the waiter over the phone. I clenched my jaw.

“Listen, Tyler.” It was Anna again, and she paused before continuing. “You’re a confidant man and I like that. You’re probably pretty good in bed because of it. You have that air about you. I’m sure you’ve had your share of lonely businesswomen in hotels like this – women who appreciated the opportunity for a guiltless fuck with a nice-looking stud like you. You probably enjoy the challenge of making a woman want you badly enough that she’s willing to have a one-night stand with you, although you’d probably never tell her that.”

I kept quiet.

“Nothing to say? Listen, I’m not trying to preach, Tyler. Hell, I’ve got this young man’s tongue in my cunt. But let me be straight with you about what’s going to happen tonight: I’m going to make you want me like you’ve never wanted anyone before. It’ll be frustrating for you to see me get fucked by someone you feel you’re better than right now, I’m sure. But I hope what you see will make you want to learn. You may get pissed off, but I know you won’t be able to stop watching.”

“You’re a bitch,” I said. And I meant it. This was a power play if there ever was one.

“Yeah, I know that too,” she said as she pushed Michael away and turned to face me. Her breasts were gloriously firm, her dark nipples erect. Her tummy was flat and well-defined. And her pussy was apparently shaved or very closely trimmed. She put one hand on her hip and, as she did, Michael reached around her from behind and began to caress her boobs.

“Is your dick hard yet, Tyler?” she asked.

“Bitch, my big fat dick’s plenty hard,” I said.

She chuckled. “Well, you let me know when you cum, OK big boy?”

“Fuck you.”

“I’ll let Michael take of that, thanks.”

She took Michael by the arm and directed him to squat in front of her. As he emerged from behind her, I could see that he was well-hung indeed. As for his build, he was at least an inch or two shorter than me, though quite a bit more muscular. She positioned his face in front of her pussy and he proceeded to eat her out again. As he did so, she pulled his face into her and slowly began to grind herself into him, throwing her head back in pleasure and breathing heavily into the phone.

I just stood there stroking my throbbing cock. She already had me more turned on than I’d been in a long time. She lifted one of her legs and propped it up over his shoulder. It sent chills through my body to think of her sweet twat opened up for him like that.

“Oh yeah,” she groaned, as Michael did his best to satisfy her. I didn’t understand what she saw in this little punk. He was maybe 20 years old at best. He couldn’t possibly satisfy her.

“You know,” she said after a few moments, “he’s not half bad at this. But what I really like about this young man is his penis.”

She pulled him up to stand in front of her.

“Turn around so Tyler over there can get a good view, sweetie,” she said to him.

His eight thick inches were aimed at her flawless face. She cupped his considerable balls and sighed. “I think I might have to put the phone down for this, Tyler. I hope you don’t mind. Try to hold out, though, OK?”

With that, she set the phone on the floor, leaned forward and licked the length of his shaft from the base to the tip several times. Then, gripping his rod with one hand and stroking his balls with the other, she circled the circumcised head of his dick with her tongue, getting it very wet with her saliva. Finally, she looked up at him, and then spit on his already slimy shaft before opening wide and going down on him. Michael was clearly pleased and he tilted his head back as she worked on him energetically. She definitely knew what she was doing and my own cock bounced to the rhythm of the simulated blow job I was administering with my own hand.

She kept this up for some time, alternating her angle of attack, varying her speed, but always keeping eye contact with him. She seemed custom built for this as, after what seemed an interminably long time, she was still perched on her toes, bobbing back and forth, and vigorously pulling on his meat with her mouth. I imagined the toned muscles in her legs and back working to keep her balanced this way for such a long time. Finally, she reached around and grabbed his ass, forcing his dick deep into her mouth. She tilted her head forward and swallowed all eight inches of him – all the way to the base of his imposing dick. Unbelievably, she held him there for a long moment and then repeated the stunt again before she went back to bobbing back and forth in rapid fashion. Again she spat on his dick, then deep-throated him twice more. Finally, Michael reared his head back in ecstasy and I could hear him groan, “Fuck! You’re good.”

She let him go, paused to let him calm down, and picked up the phone.

“Tyler, you haven’t cum yet, I hope. We’re just getting started, you know.” I could see Michael still stroking his shaft in the background, breathing heavily.

“I can control myself, Anna,” I said, trying to mask the excitement in my voice. My dick was absolutely throbbing. It almost hurt.

“I’m glad to hear that,” she paused. “Tyler, I’m going to fuck this young man now. How would you like us to start?”

What kind of question was that?! I hardly knew how to answer. So I just said the first thing that came to my mind: “Ride him hard and let me see your tits.”

She laughed and then, turning to the Michael, she said, “You ready? Why don’t you come over here, honey.”

He appeared at the window. His cock was still rigidly standing at attention.

“Lie down,” she commanded him. “Tyler wants to see your dick in my pussy. Let’s accommodate him.”

He did as he was told and Anna quickly straddled his legs. She bent over and gave his cock and good, deep suck, then spat on him again.

“You’ve have such a nice penis, Michael. Let’s see what you can do with it.”

She positioned herself above him then slowly lowered herself onto him, taking just the first inch or two inside her. She sighed with pleasure, adjusted her angle, and then lowered her body to take him all the way inside her. Michael arched his back and closed his eyes. Anna just smiled and began to slowly rock her hips back and forth, side to side.

“Mmmm. Such a nice, big boy,” she sighed. “Tyler, let me put you on speaker so I can fuck this nice man properly.”

She set the phone on his chest, lifted herself up and then went back down on him. Michael bit his lip.

“Goddammit!” he exclaimed. “Such a fucking tight pussy!”

“The better to fuck you with, my dear,” she shot back, and began to ride him with a rhythm.

She kept up her pace for quite some time, fucking him more and more ardently as her arousal built up within her. I must say that I was absolutely stunned. The way her tits bounced as she rode him – the way her abs contracted as she squeezed his hefty shaft – the way she arched her back – the way she licked her lips and smiled as the young Michael struggled desperately to keep from blowing his load into her hot cunt. Fuck! Even I urgently wanted to cum. What a bitch! My mind raced. I had to fucking have her! … And then I got an idea.

“Fuck her!” I thought to myself. “She may think she’s got me in the palm of her hand, that she’s the fucking boss, but she doesn’t really know me.” I walked away from the window and began to get dressed. I knew what I would do. I was going to fuck this woman and she was going to like it.
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I could hear her moans of pleasure. “Oooh, yeah. Ohhh.”

“Anna, you’re so fucking hot,” I breathed into the phone as I quietly slipped into some clothes. “I want to see your ass on the glass. How about get your stud boy, there, to fuck the hell out of you against the window?”

“I’m going to make the decisions now, Tyler,” she shot back amidst some pretty heavy breathing. “Michael is doing a nice job as is.”

I needed to change her mind. I was almost dressed and I wanted her face turned away from the window so I could carry out my little plan.

“Oh, yeah?” I shot back. “I thought you preferred men who exceeded the standard, but maybe I was wrong. It must have been a real hard sell for you to woo Mr. Community College up to your room. But I guess you take what you can get.” I went back to the window to see her reaction.

Anna just laughed and kept riding him. When she spoke she sounded only slightly annoyed. “Tyler, honey, I know men. Mr. Community College here has already demonstrated to me that he has what it takes. I wonder, though, how long you would last with me.”

I grinned at the thought.

She stopped fucking him, looked down at Michael, and continued: “Michael, dear, our friend Tyler wants to see you fuck me like a man. Shall we oblige him?”

She dismounted him and stood up. Again I was struck by her amazing body. Absolutely perfect. Michael got up as well. His impressive cannon, covered with her juices, was poised at 45 degrees.

“Come to Mama,” Anna said triumphantly.

I could see Michael’s grin. Admittedly, he was performing admirably so far. But I’d noticed his heavy breathing and the tension in his voice. I was hoping she had overestimated him.

I stayed at the window long enough to see him lift her up, press her against the cool glass and force his glistening shaft up inside her.

“Fuck, yeah!” she said with unabashed delight. “Fuck me, honey.”

It was a compelling sight, but I turned and left my room. I could hear Michael’s guttural sighs on the phone as he worked to satisfy her. I was betting he’d lose his composure fairly quickly as he fucked her up against the window, giving his all to repeatedly thrust his dick deep into her tight, demanding pussy. After the kid had spent himself, which I knew had to be soon, she’d be so horny, so hungry for satisfaction, that she’d be ready to invite me in and deliver what Michael had been incapable of.
I jogged down the stairs and down the hall, leaving the hotel and heading across the parking lot. Anna was obviously enjoying him.

“Oooh, Ohh! OOOoooo! Yes! Oh, fuck me good!” She was insistent. “Don’t fucking stop!”

Michael was grunting loudly with each thrust. Practically yelling. “Yeah! Unnh!”

I glanced up to her room. If you weren’t looking for it, you might not see it. But I knew exactly what I was looking for and I could see Anna’s ass bouncing up and down against the glass as Michael kept pounding her from below. His efforts to please her were impressive and I slowed my pace, beginning to wonder if I’d been the one who’d been wrong about Michael’s abilities.

I eventually reached the door to her hotel and went in. I ignored the man at the desk, who eyed me as I walked in. I tried to act like I knew exactly where I was going, and looked for the stairs. Michael was pumping her pussy vigorously now, panting as he did so. Anna sounded close to cumming. I prayed for Michael to lose control.

“Oh God!” she moaned. Her breathing was rapid. “More! More!”

I spotted the stairs and tried to act calm as I walked over to them. But with each step I took, her passion grew more intense, her cries grew louder, and her young lover plunged his rod into her faster and more adamantly. My cock strained against my pants. I could feel a bit of pre-cum against my skin.

Finally I reached the stairwell. “Fucking cum already, Michael!” I thought, as I mounted the stairs. But as I climbed higher, Anna’s ecstatic cries grew more and more passionate until, just as I reached the second floor, she burst into a series of sharp, fiery animal cries.

“Aaaah! Oooh! Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck!” I could hear the sound of her orgasmic shouts in the hall.

I headed for the room I understood to be hers.

As I reached the door, I heard her clearly: “Oooooooh! Goddamn! Keep fucking me, baby,” she shouted.

And – unbelievably – he did. Again and again, I heard his grunts as he pounded her into oblivion. I was thoroughly dejected, but my stiff, engorged dick still pulsated to the rhythm of my quickened heart. My breathing was heavy. I wanted to despise her. But all I could think about was what it would feel like to fuck her. All I wanted was to fuck her.

She had been right. Bitch.

A minute passed and still he was repeatedly filling her with his substantial staff. She was getting close to another climax. Her cries were more like squeals, now, as she gave herself to him with utter abandon. “Oh God! No! Yes! Oooo-ooo-ooo-ooooh!”

He was relentless and she soon came again, this time with a scream followed by what seemed like a full minute of loud, guttural cries. She was still cumming. Damn. I almost wished I had stayed and watched. I could only imagine the convulsions that rocked her body.

My cock was at the bursting point. It ached for release. I put my hand to my face. I was sweating.

“God!” It was Michael this time. His grunting grew louder until he at last shouted to announce his own orgasm.

When he was finished, the room grew quiet, though I could still hear them panting on the phone. I waited a moment, and then spoke.

“I bet you’re pleased,” I said into the phone. No answer; then a rustle of motion.

“What?” she said breathlessly. Her breathing was heavy.

“I bet you are pleased,” I repeated.

“A good bet,” she was barely able to speak.

“You’re a fantastic slut. You love cock, don’t you?”

“I do, Tyler,” she sighed. “I love big, hard cocks. Especially cocks that can fuck me like that. I bet you enjoyed the show. Did you shoot your load all over the window?”

“Baby, I’m just warming up,” I said.

“Oh, I’m sure.” she chuckled. I rolled my eyes.

I heard her whisper to Michael, “No, let me clean you off,” followed by a slurping sound as she sucked his cock clean. Michael moaned with pleasure. I imagined her milking every last drop out of him. What a slut! Goddamn, I wanted to fuck her! I decided to make one last gamble. I hoped I wouldn’t lose this one.

“I bet you want to fuck some more cock like that right now, don’t you,” I said when it sounded like she was finished.

“Oh … I’m sorry, Tyler. … Were you hoping to fuck me too?” she laughed. “Have I gotten you all worked up? Are desperate to have me? Listen, I’ll stick with Michael. I could fuck this stud’s cock all night long.”

“But I don’t suppose your little Michael is ready for another round yet.”

“Oh, Tyler, you’d be surprised,” she said. “Ever heard of the PC muscle? Tantric sex? Michael has.”

She was gloating. I was pissed. But then I heard Michael speak.

“Let’s go, babe. Put the phone down.”

“I’m sorry,” she continued, “but I think you’d have an awfully hard time living up to Mr. Community College. Just stay put and enjoy the show if you want to. Go ahead and jerk off, if you haven’t already.”

I heard her moan lightly, and then, with a laugh, “Damn, I love your cock, Mr. Community College.”

I was humiliated, confused, and frustrated. Without thinking I pounded on the door.
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“Is that you, Tyler? Jeez.”

“Open the door and find out,” I said.

“Tyler, I’m not interested. I’m finished talking to you.”

“You don’t know what you’re missing, Anna.”

She chuckled. “What could I possibly be missing? Let’s see: the frantic exertions of a middle-aged man overly eager to deposit his sperm inside me? Go away.”

Fuck! She was making fun of me, but my dick was still throbbing. I fucking had to have her. There had to be a way. I tried to come up with a plan, but I couldn’t think straight.

“How about a three-way?” I said a little too loudly for a hotel hallway. I know it sounded desperate, but I really was desperate.

“Good-bye, Tyler. Go back to your room and enjoy the show.” I waited for a minute. But all I could hear was the sound of Anna fucking that punk again.

I went back down the stairs. I didn’t want to, but I kept listening on the phone. I had no idea how he was doing it, but he was fucking her again. His strokes were steady and unrelenting. Anna was purring and cooing with pleasure. I walked slowly through the lobby and back outside. I was numb. The sounds of their lovemaking made me sick, but I felt compelled to listen.

Once in the parking lot, I looked up to her window, but I couldn’t see them. I shuffled across the parking lot and up to my room. Anna was again close to orgasm. Her fevered cries echoed in my ear. As I got to my window, she reached her peak. I stared across to her room. There, on her bed, I could see her body writhe and quiver under Michael as she came once again. It was powerful. Michael continued to stimulate her with long, steady strokes of his piston-like manhood, his muscular ass contracting with each push into her. Her orgasm came in waves, rising and falling and rising again, continuing for what seemed like forever. When she was finally done, he rolled off of her, his potent muscle resting against his abdomen. She picked up the phone again.

“Fuck, he’s good,” she sighed. “You still there, Tyler?”

I didn’t answer.

“I’ll bet you are,” she said. “Watch this.”

She set the phone back down on the bed, then bent over him and began to gratify him orally. After a moment he arched his back and thrust his dick deep into her mouth. She took almost all of him as he held her head in place and forced his dick into her again and again, shuddering as he did so.

I felt humiliated, but I continued to watch. He said something to her but I couldn’t it out.

I could hear her laughing as she got up and walked to her suitcase. She dug around for something and went back to the bed with a bottle of what I supposed to be lube. Michael sat up and suddenly I could hear again.

“What are you up to now, baby?” Michael asked.

“Use your imagination,” she said. “I’ve got more than one place to put that thing, you know.”

Surely she was joking, I thought. But I was wrong. Michael was still very hard, and he stood and took the lube. Anna stroked his dick briefly and then bent over the bed to present her ass to him. As he began to lube up her asshole, she grabbed the phone once again.

“Tyler, sweetie, I can see that you’re still with me. Don’t feel bad. Just enjoy it. I’m going to let Michael fuck me in my ass now. You shouldn’t feel like any less of a man. Michael has just learned how to control his orgasms a little better than most. I want to …”

She moaned loudly. Michael had interrupted her little speech by poking her sphincter with the end of his stick.

“Fuck! … Tyler, pay attention. … Aaah! Be patient! … Tyler, I like you. That’s why I want you to see this. You just need to remember two little letters. P and C. Someday, when you’ve got it figured out – when you think you can put your ego aside and really fuck like a man – you can look me up. You can ask Michael how to contact me. He’s really …”

He reached over, took the phone from her and hung it up.

I let my own phone fall to the ground. Michael was carefully but forcefully entering Anna’s tight little asshole. Her eyes were closed and she winced just once or twice. But then, as he slowly sunk more and more of his meat into her, she relaxed more fully, allowing her torso to fall to the bed. He held her ass up high as he began to quicken his pace. He completely controlled her. She was his plaything. She was turned toward me and I could see an expression of wild, blissful abandonment settle onto her face. Her eyes had rolled back into her head.

He simply controlled her now. He fucked her ass with confidence and authority, sliding his amazing, thick member in and out of her with ease, his balls slapping her pussy on each downstroke. He was unrushed, relaxed, in charge. She was his fuck toy. I looked again at her face. She was gasping with pleasure, fingering her pussy, lost to the world. My own dick – a nice, thick, seven-inch specimen I had once taken great pride in – suddenly burst into involuntary spasms and I spilled my sperm onto the window … just as she’d said I would.

It was enough. They were still fucking but I closed the curtain. I turned and went to the shower, unsure of what I should do with myself.

THE END … for now.


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